Market Day
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It drizzles, a brooding Saturday, as children conspire, but lack momentum to initiate a plan. Streets offer charity in shops and big issues happen in doorways. Aromas waft a cultural change, as grease becomes smoke in Organic Square. Burgers are dressed up and hot dogs develop old spots. Customers parade. Sellers display: exchanges are made: quality is assumed. Into this formality, comes a samba band; all clangs and beats; dancing up the streets. The would-bee environmental guardians, prevail in green and yellow. Perhaps Brazil will win the World Cup? Stroud thinks so. Ck. 29/05/'10 http://ruscombegreen.blogspot.com/2009/09/stroud-worlds-first-bee-guardian-town.html